Adam Monroe (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
changehistory) wrote2008-01-13 06:37 pm
changehistory) wrote2008-01-13 06:37 pm
OOC -- Urgh.
Beautiful day, winding my way down beautiful mountain looking at the beautiful Lake. It was cold enough the snow was still powder, not slush, but warm enough that I wasn't at all cold. I nailed my turns, my parallels were tight, I even managed a few moguls.
And then an out of control snowboarder hit me from behind on a steep blue slope, knocking me down the mountain and slamming his board into my ribs.
The verdict: 4 broken ribs and a partially collapsed lung.
The treatment: Massive amounts of pain killers, rest, and making sure to not rest so much I don't at least wander a bit to be upright and moving. Nothing much else they can do for the ribs--they have to heal themselves and most important is that I keep taking deep breaths (thus massive painkillers, cause, um, breathing HURTS) to avoid pneumonia. The lung is more worrisome, but it's such a small collapse at the moment that the surgery to reinflate it would be more risky than letting it heal itself. But I have to be on watch for several things that mean the collapse has gotten worse.
So, um. Probably out of commission on plotty thngs for a few days, 'cause Bria + massive pain meds = cracky, scary, loopy girl. Crack, however, always welcome, if I'm not passed out. Which I feel about to do, my head is spinning so much.
Just another one of those "*SIGH*" things where for those threads I'm not tagging, it's not because I've lost interest or don't want to--they probably just require some thought and a response I just can't give right now while on narcotic pain killers. I haven't forgotten anyone. I'm not ignoring anyone.
I'm just having one of those weeks.
And then an out of control snowboarder hit me from behind on a steep blue slope, knocking me down the mountain and slamming his board into my ribs.
The verdict: 4 broken ribs and a partially collapsed lung.
The treatment: Massive amounts of pain killers, rest, and making sure to not rest so much I don't at least wander a bit to be upright and moving. Nothing much else they can do for the ribs--they have to heal themselves and most important is that I keep taking deep breaths (thus massive painkillers, cause, um, breathing HURTS) to avoid pneumonia. The lung is more worrisome, but it's such a small collapse at the moment that the surgery to reinflate it would be more risky than letting it heal itself. But I have to be on watch for several things that mean the collapse has gotten worse.
So, um. Probably out of commission on plotty thngs for a few days, 'cause Bria + massive pain meds = cracky, scary, loopy girl. Crack, however, always welcome, if I'm not passed out. Which I feel about to do, my head is spinning so much.
Just another one of those "*SIGH*" things where for those threads I'm not tagging, it's not because I've lost interest or don't want to--they probably just require some thought and a response I just can't give right now while on narcotic pain killers. I haven't forgotten anyone. I'm not ignoring anyone.
I'm just having one of those weeks.
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I happen to like the icon too. She's completely unconvinced. She's somewhere between "If my mom saw that she'd kill me" and "Oh my gosh, is that one of those things you smack a horse with? Why is that sexy?"
*sighs* I blame the bad parenting. Far too trusting of strangers, far too unwilling to allow cheesecake photos... ;)
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HEEE. Adam could tell her that in absolute detail....
*giggles, pets her*
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